A couple of weeks ago, I went with a few of my family members on a short trip to Dallas. My mom, brother, grandma, aunt and I piled into my Jeep Patriot and headed south on a sunny Friday afternoon. After a rocky start to the trip (five grown adults in a Patriot is not as comfortable as we were anticipating), we made it to our hotel, which was a few miles from where our family lives AND which happened to be right next door to a Celebration Station (!!!!), which I was pretty thrilled about.
On Saturday morning, we slept in a little before grabbing breakfast. Then we went to my great uncle’s home. My Uncle Al is my late grandpa’s brother. My Papa, from whom I received my Spanish heritage, passed away when I was eight. I love spending time with Uncle Al, because he reminds me so much of him. Growing up, we went to Dallas a few times a year to spend time with my mom’s cousins and their kids, who are pretty close to my age. Uncle Al has lived in the same house for as long as I can remember. I hadn’t been there in several years, but when I walked in, a flood of memories came rushing back. The living room furniture is still in the same arrangement. The bathroom décor feels similar. Aunt Nelda’s books still fill the shelves. We walked up, and Uncle Al, like he always, always has, hugged me and said, “Hello, mi hijita,” which is a term of endearment that basically means “little daughter.” Instead of properly pronouncing all the syllables, like my Spanish professors would have liked me to do, it comes out more like “mee-heeta,” and I love the sound. We spent a good part of the day with Uncle Al and Aunt Nelda. Aunt Nelda asked me how my job is going and why I don’t have any babies yet. Uncle Al teased my brother about everything under the sun. It was so nice to catch up and just spend some time with them and our cousins. I hadn’t seen my cousins in at least 6 or 7 years, so it was fun to see us all grown up. It will be neat to see where we all are a few years from now.
After family time all day, we went to the mall to do a little shopping. It was my first visit to H&M, and I am in love. I spent over an hour in the store and then went to meet back up with my family. Apparently, my brother had done some shopping, too.
|Senseless spending spree!|
Saturday night, we stayed up way too late and had a blast at Celebration Station, where we raced go-carts, drove bumper boats, played mini-golf, and experienced a trampoline while strapped into bungee cords. So fun!
|I was excited and obviously nervous!|
We drove home on Sunday, and, overall, it was such a great trip. It was a fun weekend getaway, and it was so great to spend time with family that we don’t get to see very often.
I am looking forward to a short work week because of the Independence Day Holiday. Do you guys have any fun plans?
3 thoughts on “A Weekend in Dallas”
I've never been to Celebration Station, but I hear it's amazing! Love the story about your Uncle Al, too. Very sweet 🙂
Hannah, I totally loved it! I am a sucker for an amusement park of any kind. And thank you! I was so happy to spend time with them. 🙂
Love these fun photos! Looks like it was a great time. Thanks for sharing! Xo, M&K at brewedtogether.com